Horses made of sticks...

This is a new thought. I'm not sure exactly what it means, but it suggests I'm a fighter. In a sort of brave way. It's not as if I'm never friendly. Okay, maybe I don't go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but I do care for a lot of people.

I looked at myself in that window, oblivious to all the people around me and I stared and smiled that particular smile. You know that smile that seems to knock you and tell you how pathetic you are? That's the smile I was smiling. It was in that moment I realised that I'm not going to change the whole world, but I can change myself and feel free as a bird. I can be serene even in the midst of calamities and, by my serenity, make others more tranquil. Serenity is contagious. If we smile at someone, they will smile back. And a smile costs nothing. We should plague everyone with joy. If we are to die in a minute, why not die happily, laughing?